When I was young,when I counted one,it always stayed at one.
Thngs were the same for two. And perhaps even three.

Somehow before I realized,one almost never stays as one.
Just as how oneself is always changing.Somehow it's really hard to remain constant in a stationary zone when the sea just rushes by.

Life pisses me off. Badly.
When have I turned so skeptical,cynical,and above all of the above,

Psyched.

It's like the serpent stole away from it's own position with Adam and Eve and invaded my mind.Im slowly drowning as it sinks it's poison into every nerve I possess.

The only consolation I have,is that the poison is numbing.